Hollywood - Charles Bukowski

 

I picked up Hollywood at the same time as I picked up Money by Martin Amis. Since they cover the same topic and having read (and liked) London Fields by Amis and having read (without really liking) Post Office by Bukowski, I assumed I would have enjoyed Money and found Hollywood dated and unappetizing. 

Instead, I hated Money with a burning passion, and found Hollywood surprisingly enjoyable. That said, I can't really remember any of the plot other than it being a generic "well-written and caustic exploration of the inner works and troubles of the movie industry". Still, even just with these vague memories I can confidentely say that this book was better than expected.